I Hope To Be Rhyming

I never could warrant the title of poet
Nor am i one worthy of literary note
I am just a rhymer and little else more
This is something you may have heard me say before

Many Seasons have passed since i penned my first rhyme
In nineteen seventy three that is going back in time
When i was twenty seven and my hair was dark brown
In a far away place by a far away town

By Nature to rhyme i am often inspired
Of singing her praises i could never grow tired
I do love her today as in Seasons long gone
Her beauty forever destined to live on

I am not a poet just a mere rhyming buff
Though i am one who has penned pages of stuff
The years have left me looking old bald and gray
But i hope  to be rhyming till my last night and day.